Colton came inside and set down his groceries. He put up the refrigerated items and a few frozen meals before he went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes. He grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and started to change. He looked himself over in the mirror as he stripped off the clothes he had worn out. He was a little overweight, but nothing crazy. His lack of muscle tone was due to his years of gaming instead of sports growing up. Usually, he would look at himself with disappointment, but now, it was all different.
His confidence had picked up dramatically since his night with Jane. His first time with a woman had been out of this world, beyond anything in his wildest dreams. And the things she had said about him. His big cock, she had called it. He had always assumed that he was average, but he didn't have much to compare it to. He had never been in a locker room or anything to know what other guys were like, but maybe the guys in the videos he watched online weren't average.
He could still hear exactly the way that Jane had said it. The sultry voice, the pure lust spilling from her lips. She had begged him to keep fucking her. In the mirror, his body still seemed unimpressive, but maybe he had more to offer the ladies than he had thought before.
A lot of the issues he had with women were his insecurities about himself, but that seemed to fade away when he thought about how he had made Jane cum. The sound of her voice and the way she looked were burned into his memory. He had probably watched the video of them together dozens of times now.
He finished getting dressed and knew it was time to check in on her morning exercise routine. His camera rarely, if ever, left its perch in the window looking at her house. As soon as he looked through it, he had a perfect view of her. A perfect view of Jane.
Her shapely ass was bouncing in her leggings as she did a workout class on the back patio. She looked angelic, he thought.
Every day felt like an eternity since that night. It had been over a week now, and he just kept waiting for something, anything to happen. If he had spent a lot of his time thinking about Jane before, he could barely think of anything else since that night.
He had spent his days watching her and nights thinking about what he should do now. Should he wait for another opportunity like last time? That might never happen. What would happen if he tried to go over and talk to her? She had been adamant about leaving her alone before but was also surprised in the moment. They hadn't really had a chance to talk about it.
What Colton did know was that he was very horny and struggling without knowing what would happen with Jane. He opened his dating app and looked through a few of the girls. He normally only tried to match with girls he thought he had a chance with, but his newfound confidence had him rethinking it. He decided to swipe on a few attractive girls who seemed to go to the university in the city. What was the worst that could happen?
He looked out of the window and watched her finish her workout. The rest of the things he had to do could wait.
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Mason could hear his wife working in the kitchen as he came downstairs. He had changed out of his suit and hoped for a laidback night. His work schedule had significantly improved after he finished the groundwork for the project he had been in charge of and his life was getting back into the balance it had been in before.
Initially, he was afraid that Jane would be upset when he missed their date night, but that worry had gone away quickly. She had actually been more affectionate than usual the last week and a half and he figured she must have really been missing him. It seemed like every opportunity they had, she was all over him.
"Mmmm, smells good. What's for dinner?" he asked as he popped into the kitchen. Jane was already cleaning up and sweeping some debris off the cutting board into the trash can.
"Just a little homemade pizza," she looked at him with an expression that told him she knew she had outdone herself before she started loading the dishwasher.
"Wow," he said and looked into the oven. It looked fantastic. "What's the special occasion?"
"Just you being home," she said earnestly. Mason moved to his wife and kissed her, taking her snuggly into his arms. He didn't know what he had done to deserve such an amazing wife. His hands gently rubbed her back as they stood swaying in the kitchen.
"It's such a relief to have that project under control," he said, shaking his head at the memory. Jane was still holding herself against him, her head pressed against his chest.
"I know," she said, taking in the moment with him. "I'm glad you've been home more. It's nice to have you here for dinner."
"You definitely make me want to be home," he laughed. The extra affection that Jane had been giving him had often been sexual. The day after their missed date night, she had given him a blowjob without him even having to ask. Several mornings during the week, she had woken him up for a quickie before he had to leave for work. The date night after the one they had missed had been memorable. Jane planned it, and rather than going out to eat, he had spent half the night eating things off of Jane.
He smiled at the memory from a few days earlier and the fact that Jane had decided just to throw the sheets away rather than try to get the stains out. Chocolate and white sheets tended to make a mess. Thankfully, it was already Wednesday, so just a few more days of work, and there would be another date night to look forward to. He didn't know if Jane had anything planned, but he had some ideas if she didn't.
"Do I?" she asked, turning her face up to him. He leaned in and kissed her, his hand dropping down to her butt and giving her a little squeeze before letting her go so she could continue to work on dinner.
"Let's just say that Henry would have to handcuff me to my desk to keep me from coming home to you for date night," he said, trying to bring up the topic organically.
Jane's laugh was intoxicating and she laughed freely at that comment. "I guess you enjoyed dinner last time." She winked at him and turned to grab a couple of plates.
"What are we doing this weekend?" he asked her, full of anticipation.
"I think it's your turn to figure that out," she told him playfully, "but I'm looking forward to it too."
Mason's mind immediately went back to the fantasies he had convinced her to indulge him in before. He felt his blood start flowing to his groin as he repositioned himself without drawing attention to it.
"Hmmm, would you rather stay in or go out?" he asked.
"It's been a while since I've been wined and dined, but staying in gives us more privacy," she answered suggestively. Mason knew that privacy wasn't necessarily what he wanted. His arousal at the idea pushed him, though. Like last time, it was an almost undeniable desire.
"What if I wanted to show you off again?" The question made her turn back toward him, a bit of surprise on her face.
"What's gotten into you lately? This has really become a thing for you," she laughed. "What did you have in mind?"
Mason weighed his options. He could take the safe route and suggest something similar to last time, or he could take a riskier option. He was nearly rock hard now as things came to mind. "I think the weather will be perfect for a day by the pool," he offered.
Her dark brown eyes studied him as she considered.
"Last time, I got something quite nice out of this kind of deal," she said, upping the ante before she agreed to anything.
"Name your price," he shot back, prepared to bargain with her.
"Hmmm, you have been promising me a weekend getaway. You seem to have the time now. Maybe a weekend at a bed and breakfast where we take full advantage of the bed," she said flirtatiously. Jane probably already had the bed and breakfast picked out and was just waiting for the opportunity to convince him that they should go.
"I think last time you got a single dinner out of it. This is a big jump," he protested in jest. Mason saw an opportunity to keep raising the stakes. If she wanted more out of the deal, then so did he.
"Oh, please. I basically laid out naked in front of the neighbor for you. I'd say that last time I gave in too easily, if anything," Jane replied. Her expression told him that she was enjoying their banter just like he was.
"In that case, I'd agree to a weekend getaway if you're willing to give him an even better view. I mean, if you were already basically naked last time. What's the difference?" he offered.
She seemed cautious as she thought about it, clearly wanting that weekend getaway. "What do you mean a better view?" He was so close. He just couldn't push too much all at once.
"Hmmm, maybe you could lay out again, and if he's outside, you can go talk to him," he suggested. "Let him see you up close."
"Mason!" she said with surprise as she playfully hit him on the arm. Her voice was serious, though, as she added, "God, that would be so embarrassing."
"Why? You look fantastic," Mason told her as he thought about what John would think about her body up close. Seeing her from over the fence was one thing, but the old man might have a heart attack up close.
"He's like seventy! There's a reason I don't wear swimsuits like that at the beach. I don't want every random creep to be able to check me out like that," she said emphatically.
"Well, that's a shame because that's the price," he said, turning and walking out of the room. Jane's mouth fell open at the fact that he had said it so definitively. He dropped down on the sofa as Jane followed him in, not about to drop the subject.
"You really want me to do that?" she asked him incredulously.
